Golden.Lox

Not of hare, but of Salmon, glistening in the stream I watched them.
Making Way through their loop of Time they return to where they come from.
Such purpose in their flight, birds of the water make write for their kind.
To the death they'll climb up that river to return the Land of Ancestor.
New generations will remain together and the Salmon swim Up, to remember.

Golden Flocks of Eagle there, a flight of pride through the clean air.

Lion of the sky came One day to fly by and they saw what needed to be done. There is
damage here. So aWay they flew to Great Bear, calling on Winds, "make swift our wings there."
Time is not to waste and so for the witnessing of the foul, they called also, Great Owl.

A wake he did, Great Owl of Snow and Cold and Knowledge of Old, the Time has come,
Eagles of the sky call from the wind. So make flight in the night I did to engage
the Great Mind.... "Moon I ask, gift me your Light for direct my flight needs to be".
Beg the Morning Star, call to all our bees their pattern needed as future seeds.

And so it was. Great Owl flew on through the Night and the Morning Star called all
bees to the Light. Make your song to the Great Sun.Flower, beg her come aLong, four
the desperate Air needs more seeds this Great Hour. And when She grow, ask of her scent,
remain in the Day and find the Great Wind. Carry far to the desert sands, beg Great Bat
come nourish the Land.

And so it was, the bees returned Four needed their song in the wind. Finding the spiraling
sunflower core, they marked a pattern and shareed it far. New growth is needed called the
Morning Star. And so released Flower of her Great Scents and into the Winds they went as
the Eagle flew on by. A message delivers a circuit complete as Bat returns from the Sky....